Fan Yong picked up an account book with trembling hands. When he found that the account book was indeed what he wrote by himself, not forged. His eyes suddenly turned black and he felt that the sky seemed to collapse.

"King... Prince, dare to ask... where did these books come from?"

Fan Yong's stuttering words were a little trembling, and his eyes were filled with fear when he looked at Mo Zizai.

"A account book, you'll have it if you copy your house?"

Mo Zizai sat there with cold eyes. He never expected that there would be someone who dared to affair with the barbarians, and it was such a big businessman. He was so brave.

According to the situation that Chen Ying interrogated in Fan’s mansion, Fan Yong secretly grasped a secret trade route to the grassland, which was the deal he reached with the tribes of the barbarians.

But his business is not a small fuss, so even if there is a trade route, his goods will inevitably be under scrutiny. Therefore, every time he returns from a barbarian transaction, he will bring some war horses to King Bei'an in exchange for unobstructed trade routes.

After receiving the war horses, King Bei'an did make a promise that if the supply of war horses could be maintained, then as long as Fan Yong's caravan did not bring iron tools out of seclusion, he would turn a blind eye.

"In order to build an army, do you even ignore the problem of raising tigers? It's really my good fourth uncle."

Mo Zizai originally wanted to curse his fourth uncle in his heart, but then he thought that he seemed to be planning to do such a thing, and he didn't seem to have any position to scold him, so he just forgot.

Anyway, I will fight with my fourth uncle sooner or later, so I should lower my fists to see the truth. It seems that the army he has worked hard to build is strong, or the army he has built with his own snare.

Forget it, no need to watch it. He has never seen anyone who can beat a wardrobe. What has Wang Mang, who has forgotten to carry a wardrobe through time, been hammered by Liu Xiu? Can his fourth uncle still compare with Wang Mang?

It’s better to wait honestly for the hammer. When the situation is ready, I have to let my fourth uncle feel the iron fist of my nephew’s love and justice.

These thoughts just flashed through Mo Zizai's mind, and when Fan Yong heard Mo Zizai say this, he blurted out in disbelief.

"This is impossible. The account book is clearly seen by Mr. Liu..."

Mr. Liu is a warrior in the Soul Realm of Fan Yong's mansion. If someone goes to his house to search, as a warrior in the Soul Realm, even if Mr. Liu is defeated, he will definitely have time to destroy the account book.

"Old Liu? Are you talking about the old man in the Soul Realm?"

Fan Yong's words pulled Mo Zizai back from his random thoughts. He glanced at Fan Yong and said lightly: "I'm dead, a hole was poked in my forehead. I'm so terrible."

According to Chen Ying at the scene, the soul realm was slapped by Qiu Wuping, and then he pointed his head and the body fell down.

"No, Mr. Liu is in the Soul Realm, who can..."

Fan Yong stopped immediately when he said this, because he thought that in the capital, someone could indeed poke Mr. Liu to death with one finger, that is Qiu Wuping, the general manager of the inner corps.

"Why...how...how...how is this happening?"

Fan Yong, who knew the facts, became a little lost. Old Liu died, the account book was copied, and the Fan family was completely finished.

"When you smuggle, you should think of this result."

Mo Zizai looked at Fan Yong disdainfully and said, "I have an affair with the barbarians, and the whole clan is killed by the rule. However, I am kind-hearted, so your whole clan will not be killed."

"The man is exiled to the army and the woman is exiled, which can be regarded as leaving a way out for your Fan family."

"Your Majesty, you can't do this!"

When Fan Yong heard Mo Zizai say that he would exile his family, he was shocked. He wanted to be included in the prison camp, and the prison camp was composed of prisoners. They did the most dangerous things, but the least contribution was. Generally, not one hundred people included in the prison camp could survive, and it was basically a dead end.

As for exile, it is even more dangerous. The exile land in the Great Zhou Dynasty is generally in Lingnan, which is sparsely populated and miasma is everywhere. I won’t talk about the danger. The most important thing is that exiled people usually abandon their cultivation and then exil. Living in that place as an ordinary person can imagine the danger.

These two paths seem to be a way to live, but they are basically a life-and-death life.

"I didn't expect that Boss Fan was so wise to maintain the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I underestimated Boss Fan."

After hearing Fan Yong say this, Mo Zizai immediately changed into an admirable face, and then shouted to Chen Ying: "Chen Ying, send someone to inform me quickly, and I will say that Boss Fan does not need his family to be exiled."

"Take them all back and behead them with Boss Fan."

After saying that, Mo Zizai patted Fan Yong on the shoulder and said, "To be honest, since I returned to Beijing, there have been no one or two people who have been searched by me."

"But the first one who is as wise as you are. Don't worry, I will find you a good cemetery, bury your whole family, and let you walk neatly."

“…”

Fan Yong was stunned. After he realized that, he knelt down in an instant.

"Your Majesty, this is not the case, it is not the case!"

"Okay, Boss Fan needs no need to say anything. I understand what you mean."

Mo Zizai turned his head and shouted at Chen Ying again: "Chen Ying, please go to the coffin shop to pick some good coffins for Boss Fan. Boss Fan is a decent person. If you want to leave with a decent attitude, we can't be rude."

"Prince!"

Seeing Mo Zizai always making jokes, Fan Yong suddenly let out a shrill cry. After all, he was the big boss of a grain business. He just thought about it for a moment and knew what Mo Zizai wanted. "The grass people are willing to exchange the trade route to the grassland for the safety of their family."

"Only Caomin knew about the business road, I hope the prince can be kind."

After saying that, Fan Yong's head was cracked on the stone slab like pounding garlic. In just a while, a layer of blood was stained with the stone slab.

"You are not qualified to bargain with me at all."

After hearing Fan Yong say he is willing to give up that trade route, Mo Zizai put away the smile on his face and looked at Fan Yong with a calm expression, "You have to walk so many friends every day, only you know what you say. Do you believe this yourself?"

"As long as I kill from top to bottom in your house, someone will definitely offer that trade route. Do you believe it or not?"

"Caomin believes, Caomin believes."

Fan Yong crawled on the ground, not even daring to raise his head. "Caomin is willing to hand over all the list of relevant personnel on that trade route. As long as the prince has this list, the trade route can be used by the prince immediately."

"I hope the prince can be kind and spare the Caomin family. They are innocent."

"What are you talking about innocent? Since you are born in your Fan family and enjoy the treatment of your Fan family, then no one is innocent."

Mo Zizai snorted coldly, but since he had already obtained what he wanted, he no longer planned to kill him. After all, he had no habit of implicating the entire clan of others.

In addition, Fan Yong handed over this trade route, which really saved her a lot of trouble.

After all, if he sent someone to interrogate this trade route, it would be possible to ask, but the information would definitely not be fully explained by Fan Yong, and it would be even more impossible to put it into use immediately.
Chapter completed!